Greece, oh, Greece, how I miss you

If someone gave me a ticket, I would go back to Greece tomorrow. Maybe tonight if I could swing a ride to the airport. Heck, who am I kidding? I'd drive to the airport and pay for the parking.

The little ones were so cute.

But I would need two tickets, because Chuck loved Greece as much as I did, and I wouldn't want to leave him behind.

We were able to enjoy a little bit of Greece in Tacoma, Washington last weekend at the Greek Festival at St. Nicholas church. There was a lot of authentic food, and some vendors, but the dancing was our favorite that day.

I don't think we were in Greece long enough to figure out where to find this kind of entertainment, but we sure enjoyed it in Tacoma. Even Lilly enjoyed it, but probably because the teenaged group that danced had one cute boy she was admiring.

There were some older gentlemen who were singing along with the Greek songs, and the one who was emceeing the event had a strong accent. He announced the dances and the parts of Greece where they were danced. I think my favorite was from Crete.

I was so glad we were able to attend this event. We love the food, and it was cool to be immersed in the culture again.